This weekend I got to spend time with two of my favorite humans: my youngest niece and nephew (my older niece and nephew are also my favorite humans, for the record). They came over Saturday afternoon for a sleepover.
We went to the Henry Ford museum Saturday afternoon because they both wanted to see the Weinermobile and become a human hotdog.
After accomplishing these goals, we explored for awhile, hitting my nephew's favorite spot: the jail cell in the section on suffragettes.
After our museum adventure, we went out to eat at Applebee's, where we all sat on one side of the booth, naturally. They insisted. The rest of the evening was low key. We made puppy chow (muddy buddies), watched The Emperors New Grove, then went to bed.
The next morning I made pancakes for breakfast, and my niece, who is 6, "helped." We also had this conversation:
S: I like my pancakes in the microwave.
Me: Well, we have to cook the batter on the stove. This is how you make pancakes.
S: I don't like them this way. I like them in the microwave.
Me: But.... you can't cook them that way. They have to be cooked on the stove.
S: I only like them in the microwave.
Me: Fine. After we cook them, we'll microwave them.
S, jumping up and down: Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Yay! Yay!
Later when my sister picked them up and they were about to walk out the door, my niece turned to me and said, "By the way, I didn't really like the pancakes."
I miss them already.
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